Aid Kebir - the big feast

OK,... so today was a bit of a shocker. 

Somewhere along my readings of Morocco, I was spared the info that the biggest day of the year includes slaughtering a sheep on your driveway.  (!)

Fortunately being Team Isaac, we don't need to fulfill this requirement anymore, but annually this sacrifice (re: Ishmael) is observed in EVERY Moroccan household, no matter what your level of income.

So, the week started out with numerous amounts of sheep gathered on the sides of the roads with their 'dealers' - think turkey farmer at Christmas :) Cha-ching!
Men stop, check them out and decide on a price. ($200 - $300 each). Delivery is then scheduled OR you simply carry off Mr. Sheep on your back, like an airplane pillow.  I still can't quite get used to seeing a sheep 'baa-aaing' on the backseat of someone's car.

Dar Bouazza sheep negotiation

By Thursday evening, the sheep are at their residential location, waiting for the unknown.  I enjoyed folding my washing to the bleating of the two sheep at my next-door neighbor's. OK, so maybe not.

Tool Shed Buddies

I thought they looked more goat-ish... but alas, they are sheep

Friday morning (this morning) brought the actual ritual.  Generally children under 12 are discouraged from watching the act.  Thankfully. 

The process is quick and filled with great anticipation... a bit like Christmas morning. 

Observation time, after the fact

Neighbor giving anatomy lesson

Mid-morning I took some friends to the airport.  The roads were eerily quiet.  Along the way I saw many families, without private driveways, performing their activity in front of their apartments.  

Pelt-collector steers his fresh load down the street.

At the end of the day our neighbor's shared tasty meat skewers of barbecued liver, rolled in fat and some homemade pastries.  Quite delicious with Moroccan wine.

Tomorrow the REAL feast begins as the meat requires one day of hanging before preparation.  

Moroccan Encounters

We've had a few new fun experiences:

No.3 Sahara ready

No.1, "Mommy, is there Halloween in Morocco?"

Camels at the beach:

Boy #2 can't be happier.  He spends his weekends trapping bees, finding crickets, stroking frogs and deciding whether the spiders in his room are happy there.  He attends a British international school where he starts the morning by feeding the 2 rabbits and 5 tortoises hibiscus flowers.  Then he checks on the emerging butterflies and the vegetable garden, before the morning bell rings.  There are only 8 students in his class!  

The fish markets are abundant and fresh here. Here's No. 2 testing a fish eyeball:

This boy is braver than me.

Move-In!

July:  A bit of a backtrack, but with unpack chaos, family shuffle and no connectivity, the weeks in our new home have quickly passed by.

With mixed emotions, we departed the 5* comfort of Mazagan Resort and embarked on our every day lives as residents of Dar Bouazza seaside town.  [Pronounced DUH-BWAZZAA, if you want to be understood by the locals]

We live in a new gated community of about 300 houses.  Fortunately, we're located just outside Casablanca, for quiet days and ocean breezes.  The city is just a hop, skip and a jump away - perfect for us.

Move-in day went pretty smoothly, considering that it was the middle of Ramadan (and nobody had eaten since sunrise). I got my first lesson in Arabic - counting to 5 - when I realized that I wanted the offloaded boxes to arrive at the correct rooms.